Freedom Poem by VINAYAK ADKOLI

Freedom



It is more than
Fifty years after getting freedom.
There are glorious events
At it’s back and front.
I don’t want to repent
For dead matters
Under rotten concepts
At it’s past and future.
But the glorious freedom
Sometime forgotten.
Sometime recalled.
Through it’s strange beauty.
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